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Malice In Wonderland

Contributed by thefacade on Monday, 30th July 2012 @ 06:11:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Event

I knew I was a big kid, when daddy let me go
See the boys and ride the horses, and buy tickets for the show
The show of life, he said, is one that can hurt you
But only if you drift and smile, half-awake the whole way through.
I knew I was a big kid, when the big bad wolf found me
He held my heart and caught little red, as rosy as can be.
The day he ate my grandma, and the hunter did not show
I knew my dad had done the wrong thing, the night he let me go.
I knew I was a big kid, when prince charming didnt come
Daddy told me he was unreal and that I shouldnt be so dumb
Dumb enough to think that the glass slippers could be true
That a glass slipper could grow with me, the faster that I grew
I knew I was a big kid, when I fell down the rabbit hole
And found my way back out again, missing nothing but my soul
But it doesnt matter much that its missing anyway
Who needs a soul when youre grown up and dont have a place to stay
I knew I was a big kid, the day I sold myself
For money and love to pay for a room that didnt have a shelf
A shelf to keep the remains of a life I used to know
Alice dear, dont run so fast, theres monsters there you know?
There were no monsters, just a house, made of gingerbread
Where my only real friend lived, though now shes more than dead
My daddy was wrong, the day he left, and set me wild and free
As now I know, there is nothing more, than a little kid in me

Copyright © thefacade ... [ 2012-07-30 06:11:44]
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